It’s been a while since I’ve posted—and to be honest it had been a while since I had hobbied. 2014 has been an interesting year—between a small biking accident, breaking my hand in April and then spraining my ankle in July, I’ve spent more time on the mend than I have on my feet.
And I’ll just say it: those four months were really, really difficult.
But they were more difficult than they should have been:
because I chose to let them be.
A good friend of mine is currently reading the book “Dear Sugar,” by Cheryl Strayed. And throughout our trip to Orlando, she went about reading me brief blurbs from different chapters—brief blurbs that affected her and that in turn affected me.
One of those blurbs happened to hit me just before we entered the 165 mile per wind tunnel at iFly Orlando —where I officially broke my hobby hiatus:
“You do not have the luxury of despair.”
Sitting cross-legged on top of a cabinet, I stared at the group of people who were indoor skydiving ahead of us, and I breathed into that thought and repeated it in my head several times:
“You do not have the luxury of despair.”
When bad things happen—we are very quick to issue blames of circumstance, to sit and to brood. To over-think. To think all of our issues are worse than those of the person next to us. To fall into traps that “the world is out to get us.” And that “Life is just so not fair.”
The small things become big.
So when each of my physical incidents happened, I went through a series of heightened emotions:
First I was sad—then I accepted it—and by the time I sprained my ankle, I was angry.
But it wasn’t fair to me or the gift I was being granted: the gift of time to sit with myself, time to give my body the break it deserved, and time to heal.
Yes. I said it.
Hurting myself over and over again was a gift.
Through those four months, I learned a lot about myself. I learned how to listen to my body. I learned how to ease back into things. I learned how I deal with injury; I learned about my level of neediness—and selfishness; I learned about how to control my neediness and selfishness; I learned when I am both my worst and best version of myself.
And above all: I learned how to accept that not everything will always go the way we’d hoped it would—but that’s okay.
Because no matter what—we have only one option:
And that’s to move forward.
And what better way to move forward—than to fly:
Special Thanks
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